I have had one of the most wonderful experiences just yesterday. One involving a most extraordinary lover. Usually i don't spend all that many words on my romantic relationships. Most of my descriptions of them would be appropriate even for the quest journal. But this one... He is quite different. And not just in physical terms. Although, he is definitely the most... ample partner i have had. But i'm getting ahead of myself.

I had been part of his adventuring party on several occasions. On those occasions, the party usally consisted of me, Mao, BadgerClops and Adorabat, with a, extra member sometimes being brought along.

I believe i may have mentioned this before, but i was never at all skilled in the mystical arts. I, in fact have a certain distrust of them. But less so when it comes to the ones who use them. As i understand it, many bards attached to adventuring parties use a form of magic to amplify the song they sing in battle. To put courage in the hearts of their allies, or despair into those of their enemies. "Buffs" and "debuffs", as they are commonly called. But i had always worried that focusing both on sustaining magic power and playing my instrument and singing would be too taxing. And i worry about magical discipline failing much more than i do musical skill.

But i have recently aquired something that may achieve the same effect, but without requiring skill in magic: A sort of low-volume electric guitar capable of transmitting its sounds through wireless headphones. The range of sounds it can produce can apparently reduce fear, increase aggresion, amplify concentration and even induce fear. Ear plugs are of course required for one's allies in the case of that last one. In short, i could potentially help allies and hinder enemies using the power of science. I got in touch with Mao Mao and informed him of this. He was quite curious about this effect and offered to let me test the new instrument on him. We decided on a time and a place. It was an old out-of-the-way abandoned training camp with not much more than four training dummies in it that vaguely resembles armored warriors. The dummies were encircled by a wooden fence that was falling apart. Two old small, dusty wooden buildings were nearby.

We arrived close to dusk. With some difficulty, Mao opened the wooden gate to the training ground. I heard its metal hinges strain as it was slowly swung open. There were small rocks conveniently placed in the area, their tops crudely carved into a flat surface. I sat down and one of them, took out my guitar from my backpack and started tuning it while Mao Mao did some warm-up exercises. I never got a good look at them during our previous trips, but his arms were fairly muscular. Very nice to look at. He is a mix between pudgy and fit. He also has some nice thick thighs. I never got a good look at his ass, though i did catch glimpses of some side-cheek. Even what little i saw mesemrized me with its exquisite size and shape. My mind started concocting scenarios of me lovingly exploring that man's body. For a while, i didn't even notice that my hands were idle. When i did, i had to force myself to return to the task i was actually supposed to be doing.

I observed as he wacked at a dummy with a wooden sword. After a while of that, i gave him the headphones and watched as he repeated the same motions, only this time with greater force as i played some shreds from "Ironheart". I wondered if this was because he really was being affected by the specific sounds the instrument produced or simply because he felt he should.

After a while, i switched over to sounds that increased concentration, playing "Aeternium". He told me that he feels more focused, but again i wondered if it was simply the power of suggestion, as i told him the purpose of that stage of the experiment before starting it.

After the training session, i played some tunes for him with all the stimulating tones turned off. My electric guitar sounded like no one other like it, even without them. It sounded like a strange mix between a theramin and a bass guitar. It sounded otherwordly and comtemplative. I fully expect its effects will be better understood in the future and for it to become a staple of many upcoming bands. As i played, i saw Mao Mao looking intently at my body. I was sure i could see him undressing me, with his eyes, but they looked away whenever i looked directly at his face. I wondered if i would ever have a chance to explore that sexy body of his. Was he a virgin? Did he and Badgerclops ever have sex? Looking at their interactions, i thought i detected something more than just friendship between the two men. Oh, dear! What if his penis has barbs? What if he's a top? All these thoughts and more went through my mind after i finished playing the last song i would play for him on that day when suddenly... i heard him very awkwardly present me with a question.

"Hey, uh...Darro? Did you ever... uh... have sex?" he asked.

I did not answer right away. I was too stunned. I knew exactly why he asked me that and what it would lead to. Sex. Or at least, i hoped it would to it.

"Why, yes. Actually. On multiple ocassions. And in multiple ways. Why do you ask?"

Poor Mao. I should not have asked that question? Or at least not in that way. My flirty dialogue works better with more socially active extroverts. What followed was his very awkward attempt to come up with words to say what he wanted and why. I decided to try and ease his tension. I sat next to him and gingerly put my hand on his shoulder.

"It's OK. I'm not going to judge you. Not after all the naughty things i've done. Hmmm... How about i tell you about a few of them?"

I decided telling him a little about my last boyfriend would be a good ice-breaker.

My last boyfriend was a polar bear. Big man. Bigger than me in both height and width. Like me, he was a switch. He offered me such naughty delights. And i him. Anal, oral, rough, gentle, fisting, spanking, frotting, bondage... There were even some things i deemed to not tell Mao about, such as electro-stimulation, needles, watersports and more. I miss that big, cuddly bear. All throughout my recollections, Mao listened intently. His arms were crossed and resting above his legs. I knew exactly why. He should consider wearing pants.

After i finished recounting my experiences with my previous lover, Mao opened up as well. He had recently started having sex with Badgerclops. That confirmed what i suspected. I always did sense something more than friendship between the two. It was Badgerclops who introduced him and the rest of the crew to me. And on more than one ocasion teased him about me. At one point, he earnestly told Mao that he was free to have sex with me if he wanted. Why do i get the feeling that Badgerclops is trying to live vicariously through Mao?

"The answer is "yes"." i said, cutting him off almost imediately after he mentioned that last detail.

"Oh. Um... Cool. I... sorry for... being so forward." Mao replied.

"Not a problem. It's actually somewhat refreshing. In truth... i was actually hoping for this...outcome."

After saying that, i stood up from my "rock-chair", pulled out my sleeping bag from my backpack and spread it on the grass. But there was one question that nagged at me.

"By the way, did you feel like my music enhanced your abilities in any way? Or did you fight harder just for my sake? Please... be honest. Effective research requires honesty."

"Hmmmmm..."

The fact that he had to think for a while before answering made me assume that the answer would be either "no" or "very little". Was it all based on the power of suggestion?

"I think it did a little. I think."

"I see. You know... even if it's all a placebo, the boost in performance would still be useful. I much prefer it to be genuine. But that issue is for another time." i said and then took off my shirt.

I found this subject genuinely fascinating. So much so that i almost forgot we were supposed to be having sex. As my shirt came off, i could clearly tell Mao was looking at my chest. I like to work towards maintaning a slightly muscular body. I'm fairly slim with some light abdominal and pectoral muscles. He timidly reached his hand out towards my abs. I gently grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach. He slowly ran his hands up and down, his fingers seemingly wanting to feel the contour of every muscle. It was so soothing. It had been so long since i felt a man touch me like this. Didn't realise how much i needed it until i experienced it once more. The fact that he was still wearing his gloves did little to dimish my enjoyment. As he caressed me, i placed my hand on the side of his round belly, then placed the other hand, then slid it slowly around to his back, then slid down until it was just above his cheeks. My pinky fingers got a small sample of them. But i did not want to move too quickly. As my hands explored him, i couldn't help but bring my body closer to his until my belly touched his. His stomach felt so soft and squishy and warm against my own. I felt a bump against my now rock-hard member. I looked down and saw Mao's erect manhood. No barbs! Thank goodness. It was a dull pink. The glans looked like it had mostly evolved past the... "primitive" shape that some still posses. It was rounded and somewhat broad. But its tip was somewhat more elongated than usual. Covering almost its entire surface were a series of small round bumps. "Those must feel insteresting", i thought.

I felt his warm breath against my face as he impatiently took off his cape's collar and it fell to the ground, followed quickly by his gloves and waistband. He slid his lips along my muzzle until they reached my cheek where he planted a kiss, followed by another one on my neck. His hands slid down my back until they reached the top of my pants. That is when i asked him a very pertinent question.

"Before we continue, there is something i need to know. Do you prefer to give... or to receive?"

"Well... I've done both. I kinda like taking it more."

"I shall oblige."

I slowly turned until i was behind him, then kneeled down to get a close look at his ass. And it was... magnificent. I had never seen a butt that was as beautiful as his. Even if i was better at describing such things, i fear that words would not do it justice. I groped both of his large, soft buttocks and my fingers sank into their flesh. I parted them open and saw his puffy anus. It made my mouth water. Beneath it was his perineum, swollen from arousal. And beneath that, a pair of fairly large, round testicles.

"May i... rim you, my liege?"

"What? I'm not your liege. Or anybody else's."

"I want us to do some light roleplaying, if that's OK with you. You play the part of a king. And i shall play the part of your loyal servant, always ready to fulfill your every need and whim."

"Hmmmm... Sounds hot! OK." Mao said, then cleared his throat.

"My faithful servant... I want you to show your devotion towards your king by worshipping his royal hiney. Start by using your mouth." Mao said, taking on a deeper and more commanding tone of voice.

"At once, my lord."

I got to work immediately. The tip of my tongue circled around his plump hole, after which i used the broad side of my tongue to lick upwards, covering the anus in saliva, as well as a bit of the inner part of the cheeks. Then i inserted my tongue into it while wrapping my lips around it. I also squeezed and caressed the butt-cheeks on each side of my head. I felt the hole clench and unclench as i tongue-fucked and sucked on it. I heard Mao's breathing increase and heard a slight rythmic wet sound. As i cupped his balls , i felt them move slightly. He was masturbating. That is when his mock-royal voice interrupted me.

"Very good, my faithful servant! But now my rump requires a different stimulation. Stand up and present your tool."

I removed my tongue from his sphincter, leaving a thin trail of saliva between them. I took off my trousers, took a step to the right and presented my member to my "king". I suppose is should specify that i posses a standard canine penis. It ememerges from a sheath and has no foreskin. The only difference is that my glans is mushroom-shaped instead of having the standard tipped end. I don't mean to brag, but it is also quite thick.

"Woah! Nice! Um... time-out. So, uh... you're a wolf, right?" Mao asked.

"Wolf-dog, to be precise."

"Right, i don't see any... what do you call that swelling thing?"

"A knot? I have one. It emerges when i'm about half-way towards ejaculating."

" I'm curious to know how it feels. Now, then, servant. The royal needs a viogorous pounding. Get to it!"

"At once, my liege!

I hoped he wouldn't mind, but i did not want to pound his fantastic ass right away. It deserved savoring.
First, some lubrication. I sadly did not have lube, but i did have cooking oil, which i found to work fairly well. I dripped some on my cock and on Mao's ass-hole as he spread his ass open. Then i did some quick hot-dogging. My cock, as big as it is, dissapeared between his massive buns. The cheeks felt so nice. My member throbbed in approval. After about three thrusts between his buns, i pulled back and Mao spread his ass again.

"Enough preamble. Do not keep your king waiting."

I was rock-hard. My glans was leaking precum. It was mere milimeters away from his plump hole. I touched the entrance and slowly slid inside untill i was balls deep. It was tight, but gave way fairly easily. My waist partially sank between his buttocks. I imagine that, if one looked at us from the back, one would see four pairs of cheeks. My muscular and fairly small buttocks between Mao's massive and round buns. I thrust in and out. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. I felt his huge buns jiggle with each thrust. I felt myself getting close to my limt when Mao told me to lay down. I half lowered myself and half fell and Mao lowered himself as well. When my ass landed on the sleeping bag, i lay my back down as well. That is when Mao turned from a bottom into a power-bottom, riding me instead of me riding him. He put his hands on his plump thighs and started to raise and lower his big ass onto my groin. As his cheeks slapped against my hips, his buttocks quaked. The weight of his booty, the vibrations i felt... it was phenomenal. After a few more seconds of him bouncing like that, i felt ready to blow.

"I'm gonna..."

"Give it to me. All of it. I demand it." Mao said in a whisper that still sounded commanding.

"My seed... is yours to take, my lord." i said, right before cumming.

My cock erupted, blasting my thick, hot jizz into that awesome booty. During the first few blasts, i pushed my cock deeper and my knot plunged into his anus. Each spurt felt very forceful. My legs and my toes curled. My hands were clenched on his thighs and i had to keep myself from digging my claws into them. As my orgasm eventually subsided, my body loosened up until lay there under him, eyes closed, panting heavily and happily exhausted. I can't remember the last time i came so hard and so much. A fitting tribute for my king's hungry ass.

I stood there for the better part of a minute until Mao asked me a question. I think. I felt such bliss that time seemed to stop existing for a while.

"Hey. Um... You got a cup? Or a glass or something?"

"Wa...? Yeah. In my pack. Lemme just..."

My backpack was in arm's reach. I pulled out a long transparent glass from it.

"I wanna... drink that cum. Tasted cum before. But not like this. Figure it shouldn't go to waste. Can you hold it under my ass?"

"Of course."

He spread his ass open and slowly lifted it. It took a couple seconds for my knot to release itself from his sphincter. As soon as my cock was out of him, a bit of my cum immediately dripped onto the lower part of my knot. I quickly held the glass under his hole and a small waterfall of my white love-juice flowed into it. His large rump looked even more beautiful when it was gaping open. It "winked" once or twice. When it stopped leaking, the glass was more than a quarter of the way full. I didn't even know i could cum that much. I stuck the middle finger of my other hand into his anus and scooped out what little semen remained, then licked it off my finger. He looked at the glass for a little while before drinking its contents.

"That was fun!"

"It most certainly was. If you ever want an encore... i'm available. And the offer also extends to Badgerclops."

"Neat! I'll... let him know."

He got up and got dressed, then checked his belongings. A fairly awkward silence pervaded as he did this. He then looked at me for a bit before speaking, as if ashamed to say the words he next said.

"I, uh... I should go."

"See you around, then."

And thus ended my first of hopefully many passionate encounters with that beautiful cat. I watched him walk away for a while, then put my own belongings back into my backpack before leaving.